Ellen was frying bacon for lunch when the phone rang. Stu heard it too and came in from the laundry room. Ellen pointed to the bacon, and Stu nodded. He would watch the bacon while Ellen was on the phone.
Ellen picked up the phone and had the perfunctory conversation with Sharon, the bossy but well-meaning foundation director. Twenty minutes later, Ellen sat down to a lunch of bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches that Stu had assembled for them.
"Well, what did Sharon have to say?"
"Can I just give you the important stuff? My ears are still ringing."
Stu smiled at Ellen. He had known Sharon his whole life and while she meant well, she could be a bit much.
"We're stuck here, sort of. This morning's earthquake caused another slide, so the road is blocked again. It may be three or four days before they can re-open the road. They want to put a barrier in before they begin clearing the road."
"That's terrible. Another three or four days with you all to myself. Whatever will we do?" Said Stu with a good-natured sarcasm in his voice.
"Hang on. I'm not done. Sharon also said we didn't have to stay here."
"Okay. What does that mean?"
"There is a fire road behind the lake that will take us down the mountain. It joins the highway past the rockslide. But Sharon said the road hasn't been touched or driven since the last big fire and she doesn't know it's condition or if the truck would even make it down the road. She also said that if things got desperate, the foundation would charter a helicopter to come and get us."
"That's a lot to consider. Do you think she means it; you know about the helicopter?"
"Oh yeah, if I called her right now, she would send one. You know the foundation is all her money, and she's loaded?"
"I suspected, how loaded?"
"Not Bill Gates loaded, but enough to buy a couple of helicopters... and an airport, and a yacht, and a marina, and the Dodgers..."
"Well, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know Stu. I do know this. I want more Stu time."
"You know we could have Stu and Ellen time down the mountain."
The couple did the dishes in silence. They both had a lot to think about. There wasn't a need for conversation. They were with each other, and it was enough.
As Stu was drying the last plate, Ellen came up from behind him and put her arms around him.
"Stu, how usable do you think that road is?"
"No way of telling. Too many variables."
"Do you think you could drive it in the stake bed if you had to?"